Tuesday, January 20, 2015


...by Poetic Tee, "Here, take a sip"

A love story sold
By love about a love loved
Her lovely name? Lurve.

At first sight she fell
Into a bottomless pit
Falling she still is.

Strange she has been court
By many romeos who couldn't fight
For a love they sought.

Unexpected thrill
Discovered him in a smile
Never to be same, she.

In him she finds peace
Sunflower to bright sun light
Bewitched she trails it.

Love dwells in her heart
It's for him and no one else
Yet, pride rapes her feel.

Poor of means, rich soul
Glitters, lusters, for stars
Choice made, gainless pain.

Happiness she craves
In his company she blooms
One word floors her high.

She craves his touch bad
In that sanity abides
Dungeon, dragons, den.

Her heart hurts severe
Sentenced to dwell in despair
Vampires on fire.

Taken, shaken, pain
"Don't let me die while alive"
Is true love a crime?

A slave she's become
Adorn by lust, full of thrust
Tattered, mangled doll.

Tears overflow dams
Drowning sea, sweet anguish, hell
Frowns, fights, fists, faints, fin.

Why hurt she, so sad
A sweeping swift stitch in time
Could have save nine. Sigh.

(c)2015 Tijjani M. M.
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